I have to say, I love Franklin's powers. Love dream-related things.
Also, hi people. Going to attempt to get into this, let's see... WIP, it's a WIP. I made a quick drawing of him from the shoulders up, but I'm not planning on putting it on here.
Name: Van Joy
Age: 25 (may change this)
Appearance: He stands at 5'9," with a runner's build from years of being on the run, with light muscle definition, and looks much younger than he actually is. With mixed descent he has Asian-dominant features (curved eyes, thin frame and bone structure) and slightly tanned skin, with darker-than-black hair. His hair has an unusual wave that halos his face, most of which falls to his shoulders, held back by a set of visor-sunglasses. His bangs fall to his chin and hide his sharp cheekbones, often hiding his covered left eye, his other eye a visible mix of deep brown and hazel.
Van doesn't like showing skin, and often wears fitted long sleeves and jeans, all earthy and dark, along with a set of woven fingerless gloves and worn-out boots with signs of faded friction and damage. When the air is cool he layers up with a hoodie, jacket and sometimes a scarf of choice. He likes things simple, and having too many things on his person could trip up his style.
In warmer climates he wears a loose short sleeve and shorts, and flip-flops. But honestly, when's that going to happen?
Personality: Van is a reserved fellow who seems cool and calm upon first appearance, but that doesn't mean he's quiet. A polite fellow who only speaks when spoken to, he displays a level of charisma when with others, and has a charming smile that leaves a good first impression. He is an expressive talker, and often uses his whole body with gestures and such as part of his repertoire of conversation. But when the talking is done and things quiet down he keeps to himself, often lost in his own thoughts, his lips locked in a bittersweet smile and eye steeled.
He is a young man filled with curiosity, and often his curiosity has cost him more than once. But when not stumbling into mischief he can be found going through books, learning and discovering things that pick at his interest. His life in academia was cut short thanks to the sudden turn in the world, but it never squandered his continued interest. When given the chance he invests in a good read.
When he is alone, he is always looking up at the sky. He peers up towards the beauty of an untouched view. Even when surrounded by a hopeless and seemingly desperate world, he tries to not get pulled down when the going gets tough. Hope. Hopeful is what Van is and tries to be, for he has a feeling that things will get better. Even if it wasn't today, or tomorrow, or ten years later, but for the strangest reason, Van feels that someday things will be better than this. And as a mutant, as a human being, he strives to reach it. A naive dream people would call it, and he doesn't blame them.
History: Current events always had something concerning the rising appearance of mutants. In fact, it became a part of daily life, one that Van's own family was able to accept. His father and mother, both educators, were very accepting people, so the possibility of humans evolving further didn't seem like a big deal. Sure things like being able to fly and exhibiting superhuman abilities was farfetched, but there were many things about the world that was unexplainable by means of science. His parents were some of the few who supported the pro-mutant movement, as little as it was, believing that integrating and accepting this new step of evolution proved to only benefit mankind.
Of course, their colleagues speculated and were skeptic of this. Nevertheless they weren't afraid of voicing their opinion of the matter. Van himself was affected by the visible treatment and effect the mutant uprising caused, and became interested by it. It had some influence over his own plans, leading him to fly to the West Coast for further studies. Already such controversy such as unethical treatment and prejudice sparked intriguing viewpoints and changes in the studies of human beings, and Van himself became an active participant in such discussions.
Van was going into his second year at Reed in Portland Oregon, studying Sociology and touching upon Psychology and Philosophy when events escalated both the notoriety and rise of mutant activity. Forces collided, and whatever happened had happened so dramatically and suddenly, Van didn't know what to think of it. One minute he was reading one of many books at the Portland library in preparation of his graduating thesis, the next he was on the floor as he felt his body suddenly quake, the book literally fall through his hand and a voice echo even into the recesses of his mind. He blacked out from the shock, and as he awoke to find himself on the lobby floor... two stories below where he once stood. As he rose from the marble floor, he found his fall cushioned by... something very warm and soft. He found bodies all around him. Those still alive were screaming and panicking, and he himself was trying to pick up the pieces as he experienced minor shock and horror. As the mysterious voice's intent was made clear, sheer panic took over everyone, and Van was one of those caught in the fray of what would be a blur.
He tried getting a hold of his parents, to no avail. Van tried contacting their colleagues, but no reply. He was hit hard by something he didn't want to be true: that it was possible that they were dead. As he himself fell into a state of shock and despair, the world continued to turn. Decimation, destruction, and the fall of man began, and Van was one of the few who somehow kept their sanity throughout the transformation of earth's face, growing up in a darkening world. And when the creation, defection, and rise of Master Mold caused the fabric of humanity to fall, Van found himself among the dwindling human population that fled and tried to remain free and alive. The library incident became almost forgotten, and he didn't find it odd that he somehow got from the third floor to the first floor of the library until years later.
Throughout the years after the rise of Master Mold and Apocalypse, Van began to notice things happening. As the pieces added up and the memory of the library returning, he came upon the realization that he was in fact one of the growing number of mutants in the world. The first thing he thought of were his late parents, and second was how the hell could he do anything for anyone? With his abilities he was able to do things others could not, and was able to lead many to safety. While the Sentinels were growing stronger and greater in number, the few able-bodied folk were able to scrounge an organized effort of escape. They created a modern Underground Railroad for the few still free, with certain individuals at key points. Van became one of the key members of said Underground, using his abilities to lead the few through areas that could not be seen. As long as they could escape the Sentinel territories they could at least try to journey towards human-safe lands by means of sea. Discreetly he was able to whisk many to the docks, sending them off to safer territories.
It was through this experience he was able to experience something he hadn't felt in a long time: a faint glimmer of hope. He saw it in those he led to safety, and possible freedom, in the eyes of those who once thought themselves drowning in misfortune. They saw in him something they hadn't had, and something they now could grasp thanks to the work of him and his fellow comrades that beckoned them forth towards refuge across an expansive ocean.
Van's position and powers allowed him to be a key force in the freedom effort, but there were times during said tasks that led to casualties; some minor scars were also caused by minor injuries that were caused by the blips of his abilities. Nevertheless he was somehow able to escape, slipping through their lumbering fingers.
But even Van knows that his luck grows thin, and fortune can only smile on him for so long.
Powers: Density Control. He has the ability to control the density of molecules, changing the capabilities of his body. Though his powers only appeared in recent years, he has been able to figure out tricks and such with his abilities. However, he hasn't really had the free time to fully experiment with the extent of his powers nor the initial guidance to understand it. Had he had the fortune of time and training, he could have more knowledge besides his two-cent tricks.
The first is the ability to phase, or in other words: intangibility. He can't turn invisible (as it would cause him to fade from existence), but he can cause the density of his molecules to change to the point of literally going through objects. Doing that to himself is no problem (but takes a conscious effort), and throughout the years he's been able to manipulate the density of objects and others (an an expense). It does cause mental strain, and attempting to move through certain materials prove tasking. Because going through objects disrupts their own structure, it can weaken, interrupt, or even short-circuit objects and living beings. His previous experience and accidents involving disrupted phasing resulted in messy situations for those on the wrong end, and he tries hard to never let it happen again.
The flipside of phasing would be increased density... if he figured out how to do it. To his knowledge he only knows how to phase through things, and as for increasing density, he himself hasn't a clue. There have been times where he exhibits this part of the ability, especially when he subconsciously reacts to attacks, granting him split-second invulnerability.
If ever he figures it out, it could in the end be a great benefit for him.
Other: Something had happened during the recent years that caused his left eye to warp. He keeps it covered due to scarring as well as masking the strange effect it left its state in. Van himself finds it unsettling, and tries to keep it unseen behind a form-fitted patch. He theorizes that it has something to do with his own mutant abilities, but he doesn't know what.
Van doesn't talk about his past, his cut-short college pursuits, or his "dead" parents. It's been years since and though the scars are there, they aren't as fresh as they had been during the first few dark years. He's rather private of such sensitive information.
Writing Sample: I unfortunately cannot give a writing sample at this time, as I haven't RPed in... a long time.
Last edited by GnSz
on Sun Sep 04, 2011 4:37 am, edited 2 times in total.
Enough with the tomfoolery: it's time to play.